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Yikes!
ReplyDeleteWho could tell from the slightly cocked head, the half smile, that the man knew about ice bombs?
ReplyDeleteI was struck by the incongruity between the pits of anguished hell and his middle of the road gooney countenance as well. He seems to be handling the baggage of impending doom quite well.
ReplyDeleteIt's Matter over mind.
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